the ever-living ghost of what once was.

from a funeral i photographed this morning. the service was for a 16-year-old boy who was stabbed in a park, then rode his bike up the street only to collapse and die in a stranger's arms. the details around his death are still being investigated.

the service was huge and beautiful, a catholic ceremony in the south side of town. it's almost the anniversary of the death of another local teen, manuel, whose service was at the very same church. different family, different set of details, but the same sadness one year apart.